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Jon。 〃Lay the lad down； I'll fetch the maester。〃
A fire was burning in the hearth； and the room was almost stuffy。 The warmth made Jon sleepy。 As soon as Noye eased him down onto his back； he closed his eyes to stop the world from spinning。 He could hear the ravens quorking and plaining in the rookery above。 〃Snow；〃 one bird was saying。 〃Snow； snow； snow。〃 That was Sam's doing； Jon remembered。 Had Samwell Tarly made it home safely； he wondered； or only the birds？
Maester Aemon was not long in ing。 He moved slowly； one spotted hand on Clydas's arm as he shuffled forward with small careful steps。 Around his thin neck his chain hung heavy； gold and silver links glinting amongst iron； lead； tin； and other base metals。 〃Jon Snow；〃 he said； 〃you must tell me all you've seen and done when you are stronger。 Donal； put a kettle of wine on the fire； and my irons as well。 I will want them red…hot。 Clydas； I shall need that good sharp knife of yours。〃 The maester was more than a hundred years old； shrunken； frail； hairless； and quite blind。 But if his milky eyes saw nothing； his wits were still as sharp as they had ever been。
〃There are wildlings ing；〃 Jon told him； as Clydas ran a blade up the leg of his breeches； slicing the heavy black cloth； crusty with old blood and sodden with new。 〃From the south。 We climbed the Wall 。 。 。〃
Maester Aemon gave Jon's crude bandage a sniff when Clydas cut it away。 〃We？〃
〃I was with them。 Qhorin Halfhand manded me to join them。〃 Jon winced as the maester's finger explored his wound； poking and prodding。 〃The Magnar of Therm…aaaaah； that hurts。〃 He clenched his teeth。 〃Where is the Old Bear？〃
〃Jon 。 。 。 it grieves me to say； but Lord mander Mormont was murdered at Craster's Keep； at the hands of his Sworn Brothers。〃
〃Bro 。 。 。 our own men？〃 Aemon's words hurt a hundred times worse than his fingers。 Jon remembered the Old Bear as last he'd seen him； standing before his tent with his raven on his arm croaking for corn。 Mormont gone？ He had feared it ever since he'd seen the aftermath of battle on the Fist； yet it was no less a blow。 〃Who was it？ Who turned on him？〃
〃Garth of Oldtown； Ollo Lophand； Dirk 。 。 。 thieves； cowards and killers； the lot of them。 We should have seen it ing。 The Watch is not what it was。 Too few honest men to keep the rogues in line。〃 Donal Noye turned the maester's blades in the fire。 〃A dozen true men made it back。 Dolorous Edd； Giant； your friend the Aurochs。 We had the tale from them。〃
Only a dozen？ Two hundred men had left Castle Black with Lord mander Mormont； two hundred of the Watch's best。 〃Does this mean Marsh is Lord mander； then？〃 The Old Pomegranate was amiable； and a diligent First Steward； but he was woefully ill…suited to face a wildling host。
〃For the nonce； until we can hold a choosing；〃 said Maester Aemon。 〃Clydas； bring me the flask。〃
A choosing。 With Qhorin Halfhand and Ser Jaremy Rykker both dead and Ben Stark still missing； who was there？ Not Bowen Marsh or Ser Wynton Stout； that was certain。 Had Thoren Smallwood survived the Fist； or Ser Ottyn Wythers？ No； it will be Cotter Pyke or Ser Denys Mallister。 Which； though？ The manders at the Shadow Tower and Eastwatch were good men； but very different； Ser Denys courtly and cautious； as chivalrous as he was elderly； Pyke younger； bastard…born； rough…tongued； and bold to a fault。 Worse； the two men despised each other。 The Old Bear had always kept them far apart； at opposite ends of the Wall。 The Mallisters had a bone…deep mistrust of the ironborn； Jon knew。
A stab of pain reminded him of his own woes。 The maester squeezed his hand。 〃Clydas is bringing milk of the poppy。〃
Jon tried to rise。 〃I don't need…〃
〃You do；〃 Aemon said firmly。 〃This will hurt。〃
Donal Noye crossed the room and shoved Jon back onto his back。 〃Be still； or I'll tie you down。〃 Even with only one arm； the smith handled him as if he were a child。 Clydas returned with a green flask and a rounded stone cup。 Maester Aemon poured it full。 〃Drink this。〃
Jon had bitten his lip in his struggles。 He could taste blood mingled with the thick； chalky potion。 It was all he could do not to retch it back up。
Clydas brought a basin of warm water； and Maester Aemon washed the pus and blood from his wound。 Gentle as he was； even the lightest touch made Jon want to scream。 〃The Magnar's men are disciplined； and they have bronze armor；〃 he told them。 Talking helped keep his mind off his leg。
〃The Magnar's a lord on Skagos；〃 Noye said。 〃There were Skagossons at Eastwatch when I first came to the Wall； I remember hearing them talk of him。〃
〃Jon was using the word in its older sense； I think；〃 Maester Aemon said； 〃not as a family name but as a title。 it derives from the Old Tongue。〃
〃It means lord；〃 Jon agreed。 〃Styr is the Magnar of some place called Therm； in the far north of the Frostfangs。 He has a hundred of his own men； and a score of raiders who know the Gift almost as well as we do。 Mance never found the horn； though； that's something。 The Horn of Winter； that's what he was digging for up along the Milkwater。〃
Maester Aemon paused； washcloth in hand。 〃The Horn of Winter is an ancient legend。 Does the King…beyond…theWall truly believe that such a thing exists？〃
〃They all do；〃 said Jon。 〃Ygritte said they opened a hundred graves 。 。 。 graves of kings and heroes； all over the valley of the Milkwater； but they never 。 。 。〃
〃Who is Ygritte？〃 Donal Noye asked pointedly。
〃A woman of the free folk。〃 How could he explain Ygritte to them？ She's warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat。 〃She's with Styr； but she's not 。 。 。 she's young； only a girl； in truth； wild； but she 。 。 。〃 She killed an old man for building a fire。 His tongue felt thick and clumsy。 The milk of the poppy was clouding his wits。 〃I broke my vows with her。 I never meant to； but 。 。 。〃 It was wrong。 Wrong to love her； wrong to leave her 。 。 。 〃I wasn't strong enough。 The Halfhand manded me； ride with them； watch； I must not balk； I 。 。 。
His head felt as if it were packed with wet wool。
Maester Aemon sniffed Jon's wound again。 Then he put the bloody cloth back in the basin and said； 〃Donal； the hot knife； if you please。 I shall need you to hold him still。〃
I will not scream； Jon told himself when he saw the blade glowing red hot。 But he broke that vow as well。 Donal Noye held him down； while Clydas helped guide the maester's hand。 Jon did not move； except to pound his fist against the table； again and again and again。 The pain was so huge he felt small and weak and helpless inside it； a child whimpering in the dark。 Ygritte； he thought； when the stench of burning flesh was in his nose and his own shriek echoing in her ears。 Ygritte； I had to。 For half a heartbeat the agony started to ebb。 But then the iron touched him once again； and he fainted。
When his eyelids fluttered open； he was wrapped in thick wool and floating。 He could not seem to move； but that did not matter。 For a time he dreamed that Ygritte was with him； tending him with gentle hands。 Finally he closed his eyes and slept。
The next waking was not so gentle。 The room was dark； but under the blankets the pain was back； a throbbing in his leg that turned into a hot knife at the least motion。 Jon learned that the hard way when he tried to see if he still had a leg。 Gasping； he swallowed a scream and made another fist。
〃Jon？〃 A candle appeared； and a well…remembered face was looking down on him； big ears and all。 〃You shouldn't move。〃
〃Pyp？〃 Jon reached up； and the other boy clasped his hand and gave it a squeeze。 〃I thought you'd gone 。 。 。〃
〃 。 。 。 with the Old Pomegranate？ No； he thinks I'm too small and green。 Grenn's here too。〃
〃I'm here too。〃 Grenn stepped to the other side of the bed。 〃I fell asleep。〃
Jon's throat was dry。 〃Water；〃 he gasped。 Grenn brought it； and held it to his lips。 〃I saw the Fist；〃 he said； after a long swallow。 〃The blood； and the dead horses 。 。 。 Noye said a dozen made it back 。 。 。 who？〃
〃Dywen did。 Giant； Dolorous Edd； Sweet Donnel Hill； Ulmer； Left Hand Lew； Garth Greyfeather。 Four or five more。 Me。〃
〃Sam？〃
Grenn looked away。 〃He killed one of the Others； Jon。 I saw it。 He stabbed him with that dragonglass knife you made him； and we started calling him Sam the Slayer。 He hated that。〃
Sam the Slayer。 Jon could hardly imagine a less likely warrior than Sam Tarly。 〃What happened to him？〃
〃We left him。〃 Grenn sounded miserable。 〃I shook him and screamed at him； even slapped his face。 Giant tried to drag him to his feet； but he was too heavy。 Remember in training how he'd curl up on the ground and lie there whimpering？ At Craster's he wouldn't even whimper。 Dirk and Ollo were tearing up the walls looking for food； Garth and Garth were fighting； some of the others were raping Craster's wives。 Dolorous Edd figured Dirk's bunch would kill all the loyal men to keep us from telling what they'd done； and they had us two to one。 We left Sam with the Old Bear。 He wouldn't move； Jon。〃
You were his brother； he almost said。 How could you leave him amongst wildlings and murderers？
〃He might still be alive；〃 said Pyp。 〃He might surprise us all and e riding up tomorrow。〃
〃With Mance Rayder's